Just call me Captain Productive...oh wait, false alarm

I know, I know, I have been the worst blogger lately. Not only am I not updating, but I’m also haven’t been reading anyone else’s blogs.

What if some of you got married? What if some of you cured cancer, or became president?! I WOULDN’T KNOW!!!! So please, next time I am MIA, don’t post anything or do anything exciting so that I don’t miss out. Deal? Deal.

*sigh* These last few weeks have been in equal parts horrible and wonderful.

There’s been bad news, good news (including plane tickets to Europe booked!), and the realization that the older I get the more EXCITING and IN-YOUR-FACE hangovers become, leaving you incapacitated for a few days.

Just one week ago I have never felt more motivated or inspired. Stories and songs were written, articles sent out, the ideas were in thicker and faster than ever before, homework was handed in one time, and I was feeling on top of the world. ‘YES!’, thought I. ‘I have defeated the laziness bug. From now one I will be PRODUCTIVE...so productive that people will begin to call me Captain Productive and I will be this amazing superhero that does things...(yeah...not sure exactly what super-hero type things I would do. But they would be amazing).

But then:

KA-BLAMO

I fell to pieces. One week of crazy happy insane productivity and I became a quivering mess on the floor. The idea of blogging made me want to cry. I. Had. Nothing. To. Say.

And I ALWAYS have SOMETHING to say. I mean, when no one is around I talk to MYSELF. Heck, when people are around I talk to myself.

But no... all motivation left as quickly as it had arrived.

I think it may have been the moment when I realised that my Masters and my current education class overlapped. And this meant that THREE classes worth of assignments were due at once (keeping in mind I work 4 full days a week, then have a 3 hour tutorial the other day); and to prevent this I would need to go back in time and do all of my education class assignments before I even started the class and become the productive super-hero I imagined myself to be. So while I am still excited for my new classes, I have begun to realise that I am completely insane and have entirely too much faith in my own abilities.

To emphasis just how little time I have...I don’t have any time to procrastinate. And if you have followed me for a while you all know how I LOVE to procrastinate. I love it so much I am even making a comic strip about it to put on my blog shortly (it’s going to be absolutely awful. Get excited).

And then, yesterday, EVERY SINGLE GOOD AND BAD THING THAT COULD POSSIBLY HAVE HAPPENED IN THE SPACE OF EIGHT HOURS HAPPENED.

I didn’t know whether to dance with joy or throw myself under the nearest bus.

In short, to get back at me for complaining for one week straight, life basically threw all of this at me:

9am- My car broke down. In the middle of a three-lane road. During peak hour. Four hours and $350 later and my car was working again.

12am- my article got published here: http://www.hercanberra.com.au/index.php/2011/07/07/surviving-a-1br-apt/. And if you’re thinking ‘hang on a minute...this was on your blog a while ago’, then you would be correct. It’s called killing two birds with one stone and it is my life motto.

3pm- I realised that when the mechanic who put in a new alternator said ‘by the way, you have a power-steering fluid leak. You might want to get that looked at’ what he really meant was ‘by the way, I accidently did something that caused a leak in your power steering fluid and now your car makes a horrible grinding sound when you try to turn corners. I won’t admit to my mistake so that you will have to pay to get it fixed and I don’t have to expend any more energy on your car.’

5pm- My teaching internship next year got cut back from 8 weeks, to ‘3 weeks and then five extra days when it’s convenient for you.’ So rather than trying to scrounge up 10 weeks (internship goes over the two-week primary school break as well) worth of mortgage and food money while I’m not working, I only need to find three weeks worth. Now I can desperately try to find money to head off to Thailand next year instead. And pray that my employer doesn’t throw me off a roof for continuously taking time off...

Long story short: There was no story. This blog post had absolutely on point to it whatsoever.